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weekend

The past three days have been like a vacation: The sort of relaxing break that make you think maybe you're doing something right. Because as much time as I spend considering what I'm doing — and what I want to be doing — it's weekend like this past one that really make me not want to change a thing.

I spent the last three days with my girlfriend, never more than about two miles from our apartment. We cooked a lot, we ate out a lot. We drank a few  bottles of pretty good wine and a couple more that were excellent. We watched the entire season three set of Arrested Development, slept until noon and went to the gym once.

I think the dining-out highlight would have to be Palena, and the anise-brined squab. Cooking at home, we made some good fried catfish sandwiches yesterday, complete with homemade spicy mayonnaise (that she won't touch because she detests most condiments).

It is a fine line, I guess, between "relaxing" and "outright laziness." And I suppose this weekend may have skewed a bit towards the latter. But honestly, it has been perfect. These are the kinds of weekends that make heading back to work so difficult.

Now, I'm about to head out to a friend's house for a weekend poker game — I'm almost certainly going to lose though, because I don't think I can muster the energy to care about winning.

Not to  drag out a pretty dull post, but the truth is I'm a little shocked by this weekend — what is it that made the ordinary, this time around, seem so amazing? Was work that long last week? Classes more difficult? Did I need a break that badly? Was it the cooler weather, the new month or the three-day weekend?

I wish I knew, because if I did I would try and do this again all the time...

— Robert

(9/4/06) 
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